syncopated.

(don't get any) big ideas
they're not gonna happen.

here we go again. change is so happening. y'know, there was a time when julius and i went to the same kindergarten.

the last supper.

on friday everyone went to school not for lessons but to practise counting 1, 2, 3 while posing for shots. and the campus felt empty and lonely. empty except for a senior employee heading in the direction of the boarding school as julius, mel and i took a landmark evening stroll across the quadrangle and down the ramp.

junior, and then independent.

my .14 classmate of 2 years hans has a nice post up on his site. "now it's my turn to say goodbye. goodbye."

things seem real exciting down under. monash, melbourne, sydney. things ain't that simple though are they.

just found out that scott had won a regatta at woollahara about a month ago. that's in sydney harbour. maybe i should go talk to him.

jigsaw falling
into place.
there is nothing to explain.

it's a wonderful song.

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